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1. Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness;
leave the gloomy haunts of sadness;
come into the daylight's splendour:
there with joy thy praises render
to the One whose grace unbounded
hath this wondrous banquet founded,
high o'er all the heavens reigneth,
yet to dwell among us deigneth.
2. Sun, who all my life dost brighten;
Light, who dost my soul enlighten;
Joy, the sweetest heart e'er knoweth;
Fount, whence all my being floweth:
at thy feet I cry, my Maker,
let me be a fit partaker
of this blessed food from heaven,
for our good, thy glory given.
3. Jesus, Bread of Life, I pray thee,
let me gladly here obey thee;
never to my hurt invited;
be thou love with love requited.
From this banquet let me measure,
Lord, how vast and deep its treasure,
through the gifts thou here dost give me,
as thy guest in heaven receive me.
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